A lot of the posts in this sub are about the physical aspects of aging. Yes you do resign yourself to the fact that you look old. I looked younger than I was all my life. People used to say "There's no way you're 40, 50....Now that I'm 61, when I tell people, it's like "yup". But the mental thing is what gets me the most. I have become very nostalgic for the world as it was . Yes, I know racism sexism...blah blah blah. The world I'm talking about was freer and rawer. I think about the rock clubs I used to love in the 70's. They were fire traps in basements (often), crowded, smoky, reeked of old beer with the hint of urine. They were loud and dark and crowded. Cute waitresses edging their way between the tables, their trays held above their heads. Probably got their asses grabbed more than a few times per night. And the bouncer would smash the grabber in the face and pitch him out on the sidewalk with no fear of lawsuits. Always the hallway leading to the horrible toilets, usually painted gloss black and lit with red light bulbs, the walls lined with beer cases. Lots of activity in those hallways, the air thick with the smell of weed. Those clubs were so alive with personality, you never wanted the night to end. I worked in one of those clubs,, checking I.D.s (though we didn't really care). From my little booth I could look down and see the incredible spectacle going on in the club. Often the bands sucked, but it didn't matter to anyone. The people were as much a part of the show as anyone on stage - not in the self conscious, narcissistic way of the discos, that came later, but just being themselves. And afterwards, the crowd would spill out onto the sidewalk. There was always a fight or two and the cops never came. In fact cops never came into the clubs. It was our world and we were free to enjoy it as we wanted. There have been 40 years since then. Forty years of legislators and mommies making laws and deciding what is best and safest for everyone and the end result is a bland, sterile, pretty and corporate world. I never go to clubs anymore, but I did go to see a friend's Motorhead tribute band play a while back. The place was like an Applebees - brightly lit and sterile. Reprints of old rock posters, nicely framed around the walls - artfully lit by little spotlight. What the fuck do they know about Bill Graham, or Monterey, or Cream, or Grace Slick? Nothing! They are just wall decorations for their corporate view of the golden age of music. A dozen or so people were standing in front of the stage with their craft beers, staring blankly. Girls were siting at the few tables around the walls staring, with bored looks at their phones. It was so depressing, I wanted to leave after the first set. I long for the world I knew when I was young. People are not freer today. Every move they make every thought they think is open to discussion, judgement and analyzing by every fool with a keyboard. If you don't think the way they do you'll be quickly shamed into sticking your head back in your shell. Why do you think the US has more shrinks and takes more psyche meds than the rest of the world combined? Everyone is repressed. They are being forced into being zombies on the outside - fucking robots. Will everyone just fucking stop with the 'Land of the Free' shit? You are NOT free. You are trapped behind your screens, buying shit from Amazon, packed and shipped by slaves you don't have to see. The life is gone from this country, and tomorrow the zombies will be entertained by the big corporate extravaganza called the Super Bowl. You'll be subjected to hours of (ever more) politically correct advertising. Enjoy those cheerleaders while you can, they'll be gone next year with a more 'acceptable' subsitute that will offend no one. So, no, the wrinkles in my face are nothing. I got them from smoking, drinking, staying out late, many hours in the sun (without sunscreen - gasp), hitch hiking across the country, working on horse farms and on loading docks. I'm happy I don't look like a botoxed zombie trying to look like a brain dead photo shopped clone. When I smile, it won't be for a selfie for Facebook, with an artificial grin to show my bleached and veneered teeth. I'm a product of the most awesome era there ever was. I'm fucking old.
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The condition is very common, especially in women. Around 25 percent of all adults have varicose veins. In most cases, varicose veins appear on the lower legs. Some potential causes for varicose veins include:
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I'm a 22 year old student here wondering how old you were when you first started to notice you were aging. Whether that was when you got your first grey hair, you noticed you couldn't handle hangovers as well as you used to, or that your knees were just weaker than you remember. What age were you when you stopped referring to yourself as "young"?